Burning the dead rice is also known as boiling the dead man's rice.

Dead man's meal, when cooked in a specific way, can establish communication with the dead.

However, the meal of burning people is a bit out of the way, and it is not much to ask God, after all, it is rare for this kind of person to ask as soon as he dies.

If it comes, it will be safe.

Although I was very prejudiced against that woman, from another point of view, this matter can be used to practice and improve my experience and ability.

At that moment, I explained what Zhao Gen needed to prepare to burn the dead.

"Bang."

As he was talking, the coffin containing Zhao Bayi next to him suddenly made a loud noise.

Although it was not the first time I heard a sound from inside the coffin, I was still startled by the sudden explosion of the coffin, and Zhao Gen was even more frightened to sit on the ground.

The sound was very loud, like smashing it with a sledgehammer, and the sound was only the beginning, and then the coffin began to shake, as if Zhao Bayi was struggling inside.

"Ringing, again." Zhao Gen's face turned pale, and his whole body trembled.

Seeing that the bench under the coffin was shaking and moaning overwhelmedly, I was also anxious, knowing that if I continued to shake it like this, the stool would be unbearable sooner or later, causing the coffin to fall to the ground.

When the coffin stops at home, it is most taboo to fall to the ground, as soon as the coffin lands, it will bring bad things.

When I came, I didn't know what to do, and I didn't even have a charm on me, so I turned my head to look around, ready to look for something that could be used to suppress the coffin, when I suddenly saw a broken eggshell on the ground.

Zhao Gen said that before the woman left, let him prepare ten scented eggs, and Zhao Bayi in the coffin would smash the coffin with eggs as long as he was restless.

During the day, the coffin rang three times, and there were also three smashed eggs on the ground.

Although I don't know why the scented egg can suppress Zhao Bayi, the emergency situation obviously does not allow me to think too much. I rushed to the door, grabbed an egg from the basket, and slammed it on the coffin.

The coffin, which had been ringing a second ago, was suddenly silent as the egg smashed on the coffin.

So amazing?

I was a little stunned by the situation at the scene, if I hadn't tested it myself, I couldn't imagine that the aromatized eggs could suppress the corpse, and I couldn't figure out how my grandmother didn't know such a simple method.

The coffin settled down, and the hall became quiet again, I looked at Zhao Bayi's coffin, biting my lip with my teeth, and then wondering why this was happening.

The egg fell, and the coffin was stable, but under the eye of the sky, I could clearly see that the position on the coffin that was hit by the egg actually had resentment coming out and gathering with the rest of the resentment.

This is a very unusual situation.

Although resentment is invisible, it still exists, and like qi, it cannot penetrate the real thing. When I came into the house and saw the resentment around Zhao Bayi's coffin, I thought it was from the crack in the coffin, but now that I saw this scene with my own eyes, I knew that I guessed wrong.

Scented eggs can indeed calm the corpse, but it obviously has the rest of the effect, otherwise why would the resentment in the coffin not come out early, not late, and not from other places, but from the place where the egg was hit.

The question in my heart made me want to rush into the room and ask the woman why she was like this, but I just wanted to move my feet and held back.

As far as the woman's previous attitude is concerned, I know that even if I go in and ask, it will be boring for myself, and the woman's attitude towards me is even colder than that of Zhao Gen, a stranger who suddenly went to the door in the morning.

The egg can calm Zhao Bayi, so I didn't think about it so much, and called Zhao Gen closer, thinking that he could prepare the things he needed earlier, and burn Zhao Bayi to death earlier, to see what he wanted to do.

"Bang."

As soon as he opened his mouth and said a few words, Zhao Bayi's coffin, which had only been quiet for three minutes, made a loud noise again, and then shook violently as before.

"Damn."

I didn't expect that Zhao Bayi would continue to make trouble so quickly this time, rushed to the door, grabbed an egg and smashed it on the coffin.

I thought that the egg could make the coffin quiet, but after the egg exploded on the coffin, it did not change, and Zhao Bayi's coffin continued to shake.

Void?

I was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked down at the eggs in the basket, and thought that maybe the egg I had just thrown out was not smoked, so I picked one up and smashed it on the coffin again.

Expectation turned to despair, and as before, the egg smashed on the coffin, to no avail.

Two eggs in a row didn't work, and let me know that something was going to happen.

Ten eggs, all of which have been scented, the previous four were useful, but the current two are useless.

In this situation, the only explanation is only two possibilities, one is either that the two eggs are not smoked, which did not achieve the desired effect, and the other is that Zhao Bayi in the coffin has changed, and the eggs can no longer stop him.

How the facts are, it is well determined.

I picked up the third egg and smashed it on the coffin, but it didn't work, and then I picked up the fourth egg and smashed it, and it still didn't work.

At this point, I am sure that it is not that the egg has lost its utility, but that Zhao Bayi in the coffin has changed compared to before.

There are a lot of corpse towns, but there are no ready-made things here.

Seeing that the coffin was shaking more and more violently, I gritted my teeth and stepped on the stool next to the coffin to climb onto the coffin lid. The resentment swimming around the coffin suddenly hit me, obviously Zhao Bayi didn't want me to stop him.

Ordinary people are affected by resentment, ranging from minor illnesses to stubborn illnesses, but I am not afraid, because in the process of learning from my grandmother, she carved special spells on me.

Possession spells can prevent yin qi and resentment from causing harm to the body.

There is nothing to use, only blood to suppress the corpse.

The scar on the palm of my hand was only formed in order to save Xu Buhuo, and I endured the pain and tore the scar open, and blood came out.

Take your fingers as your pen and your blood as your ink.

Under the eye of the sky, the resentment turned around very much, so I simply closed the eye of the sky and quickly wrote a spell on the lid of the coffin. Zhao Bayi in the coffin seemed to sense that I was going to suppress him, causing the coffin to shake more fiercely.

"Come here and hold it down." I yelled at Zhao Gen, who had already lost his mind, and he came back to his senses and hurriedly stood at one end holding the coffin.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I continued to draw the mantra.

When the incantation fell, I stood on the coffin and shouted, and the law followed the footsteps and stepped heavily on the coffin lid.

A bang fell, and Zhao Bayi's coffin suddenly stabilized.

Blood suppresses corpses, which is more effective than eggs, unless Zhao Bayi is too fierce, otherwise he should not think about what happened just now.

Coming down from the coffin, looking for something to wipe the blood from my hands, I slumped into the chair next to me. I was hungry, and I made a lot of effort just now, so my hands and feet were weak, Zhao Gen came up to thank me, I was so hungry that I panicked, I could only ask him if he had anything to eat.

When I learned that there were only noodles, I asked him to get a bowl of them.

After Zhao Gen went out, I opened the eye of heaven again, and subconsciously thought that the eye of heaven was not opened, because I did not see the resentment around the coffin, but I took a closer look outside and made sure that the eye of heaven was indeed opened.

The resentment that was still wrapped around the coffin before seemed to have all dispersed after Zhao Bayi was suppressed.

Odd!

While walking around the coffin, I carefully recalled the facts described by Zhao Gen before, and until Zhao Gen brought the noodles, I still couldn't find out what was wrong with it.

But my gut tells me that this thing is different from ordinary corpse fraud.

After thinking about it, I finally determined that it seemed that only by burning people could we understand what happened to Zhao Bayi.

There are a lot of things needed to burn the dead, and they are quite miscellaneous, it is already dark, and there are only a few in Zhao Gen's house, considering this situation, I asked him to prepare it quickly after dawn.

Calm down, incense to Zhao Bayi, burn paper, I prayed in my heart that the blood curse on the coffin lid could completely suppress him, otherwise I would have to work again in the middle of the night.

The mysterious woman had not come out of the room since she returned, and although I wondered what she was doing in the room, I thought of her horror and cut off the idea of probing.

It's so sleepy, it stands to reason that I don't need to help Zhao Gen keep the spirit, but seeing that his face is hungry and his eyes are low, it is obvious that he has not rested well because of his father's affairs during this time, so I will help him keep the spirit together.

The necromancer hall is yin, and it will only be colder if you don't burn the paper. At my request, Zhao Gen lit more incense, burned a lot of paper, and made a pot of fire to make the mourning hall a lot warmer.

"Little, little master......"

I don't know how long it took, I was napping in a daze, and Zhao Gen's trembling shouts suddenly woke me up.

Looking up, Zhao Gen's eyes stared at the coffin, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

"What's wrong?"

I got up and walked up and looked at the place where Zhao Gen was staring, and this look made my whole body tremble.

In front of the coffin, in the eyes of Zhao Bayi's posthumous portrait, blood and tears were slowly flowing.